The Dodo used to walk around, And take the sun and air. The sun yet warms his native ground -- The Dodo is not there! The voice which used to squawk and squeak Is now for ever dumb -- Yet may you see his bones and beak All in the Mu-se-um. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |